In the autumn market
Impetuous
Smoked meat smell...


Must moustaches
And bees buzzing-
How good is it to be caressed!


Eating melons
On the road line
No matter who passes by...


The reed pipe song
And the rain shaking the nut trees
Have they anything in common?


Sunset among the hills
Recalling
The sunflower form.


Among the children
With chrysanthemums at the hat
I feel the heat of joy...


At the border
Killing peace
Among the cranes rows there is a cry.


Priceless
Clay knick-knacks
Hai-Ahang covered with yellow leaves.


Happiness
Brought about on the tank
The last white roses crushed.


The fog stretching
On the Dobrogea hills
Only the bell ringing as if bright.